Supernova||Book 1 [Wattys 2024]

Episode 1.2 - Who Is This Guy?

The moment Jorah's eyes flicked to Daifu, a fellow actor from the same studio, the realization swiftly dawned on him. Tanner had omitted a crucial detail - Daifu's presence at the audition.

It made sense; Tanner wouldn't bet everything on Jorah, so having an ace in the hole couldn't hurt.

It also didn't hurt that Daifu was rumored to be gay.

While sighing internally, Jorah took a moment to study Daifu behind the reflective barrier of his aviators.His face was bright and earnest.

"Oh my god. I'd heard rumors, but I can't believe it's actually true." He clutched the script to his chest, smiling at Jorah.

"Seeing is believing they say," Jorah's voice dripped with sarcasm.

The other man's smile widened, oblivious or otherwise indifferent to Jorah's coldness .

Unaffected by Jorah's coldness, Daifu's smile widened."I'm really happy to see you here."

Jorah regarded him with an icy glare "Can I help you with something?"

"No." Daifu shook his head, smile undaunted. "I just came to wish my studiomate good luck."

"Wishes received." The curt response followed.

Daifu's bright eyes sparkled as he waved to Jorah. "Break a leg," he offered before leaving Jorah to himself once more.

His eyes followed the young man until he joined a group across the room. He wished he could break someone's leg.

The sudden thought of violence made him smirk.

But the humor was fleeting. Jorah's gaze hardened once more as he settled against the wall, creating an invisible barrier between himself and the world.

His eyes rested on the figure across the room once more, their eyes locking in a silent exchange that seemed to pierce through the thrumming tension of the space. In those cold gray eyes, Jorah read a clear message "You don't belong here."

He was frowning at Angry Brows' hostility when from his peripheral vision, he spotted someone's tentative approach.

"Uh, excuse me," came the tentative voice.

Jorah afforded the newcomer nothing more than a sidelong glance.

"Are you Jorah Jindaya?"

The person standing before Jorah looked barely out of his teens, with freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks and a mop of tousled chestnut hair framing his face.By Jorah's assessment, he looked so out of place, it was almost laughable.

The boy's smile wavered for a moment before shining even brighter, showing the indent of a dimple.

Jorah heaved a sigh.The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, the semblance of a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Slowly, he pulled his aviators down, showing his eyes for the first time since his arrival and replied. "No. I'm a Monkey's Uncle."

To his surprise, the young man actually laughed.

Jorah looked at him quizzically.

Not caring to engage with this person anymore, Jorah put his glasses back in place and proceeded to ignore him.

"This is so exciting." The young man looked around the room "But I'm so nervous." His eyes fell on Jorah "Do you have any tips Mr. Jindaya?"

Jorah stared at him incredulously. "Here's a tip for you." The young man's eyes lit up in anticipation. "Leave me alone."

The young man's smile dimmed slightly.

Before Jorah could feel any satisfaction however, the smile returned even brighter. He looked at Jorah with shining eyes. "All the best Mr. Jindaya.I will be cheering for you."